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“This is a waste of time,” Eren complains. “I don’t know anything about flowers.”
“Well, Mikasa had to go back to college,” Armin explains. “So I’m stuck with you.”
“Stuck with…” Eren repeats, with an eye roll. “Thanks.”
Armin is looking for the perfect flowers for his and Annie’s anniversary and, since Mikasa has moved back to college, that apparently means that Eren is stuck accompanying him.
Sure, Eren gripes about it, but… it’s not the biggest waste of time that it could be.
Eren genuinely wants the two of them to have a good anniversary. It’s just… he has no idea what he’s looking at.
Are roses better for an anniversary? Or lilies? Or would just any flower do?
“It’s fine,” Armin says. “You don’t have to do any thinking.”
Moral support then.
He could do that.
It was when he turned around that he saw her.
The clerk.
She’s petite, blonde hair done in a high ponytail and the brightest pair of blue eyes that he’d ever seen.
Eren feels his mouth go dry.
Who…?
He doesn’t know how long he stares at her, completely smitten by this apparition.
“Historia Reiss.” Armin has followed his gaze and answered his unspoken question. He grins. “You should talk to her.”